Post by Sammie on Apr 12, 2017 10:13:36 GMT
The scene opens inside of the Sussex County Championship Wrestling gym on a Tuesday morning. The students are huddled around BIG DOG as she is showing the trainees how to perform an over the head hammerlock. She has Harper Hill locked in and holding it there so the other trainees can see how it looks. She then let Harper go and told everyone to pair up. Everyone seemed to find a partner pretty quickly, but Harper’s usual partner Jester was still in Austria so she scanned the room when suddenly Sammie was there right in front of her.
Sammie: “Hi! I am your roommate Sammie! We fight now?”
Sammie would joke to her in her shaky English. Her accent rolled off of her tongue so naturally, that a few people had to turn their heads over to the pairing of Harper and Sammie. She then emphasized how raring she was ready to go by giving Harper a little intimidating flex.
Harper: “Yeah, okay Sammie. Don’t hurt yourself. Let me go first, I’ll show you how to lock it in.”
Sammie: “Okay I understands. You will show me. Monkey do, monkey see it do yes?”
Sammie gets down sitting on her but on the mat and Harper climbs down on one knee behind her. She grabs hold of Sammie’s arm and gingerly lifts it over her head and puts in the hammerlock near the area between Sammie’s shoulder blades.
Harper: “You feel that, I’m not cinching it in yet, but I’ll bet you can already feel your muscle stretching right?”
Sammie grunts a bit under the slow building pressure of the hammerlock. As uncomfortable she felt, she was so excited to even be here. This is something she’d been looking forward to doing for a while now, and just getting her training in was enough to get her excited beyond all belief.
Sammie: “Ah I feel it Harper. It is very much worse when you tightened it no?”
Harper: “You tell me.”
Harper lightly wrenches Sammie’s elbow further back. You could see her arm muscle tighten with the small movement before she let go of the pressure and put the arm back in a resting spot.
Sammie: “Yes it is Harper. I try now?”
She said as she slowly rose to her feet with Harper pulling her up with some support. As Sammie reached her vertical base she kneeled over to dust off her compression pants a bit before looking back at Harper with her beaming smile.
Sammie: “I will try to do best Harper!”
Harper: “I’m sure you will. No worries.”
Harper sat down on the floor putting her arm up in the air and allowing Sammie to grab hold of it. She then bent harper’s arm at the elbow placing her wrist down between her shoulder blades and resting it there in that position.
Sammie: “I do it good, yes?”
Harper: “Well it’s not the most comfortable thing in the world. So I’d say you’re probably doing something right Sammie.”
Harper reaches up feeling her shoulder muscles and her arm muscle being tensioned. She slaps her shoulder a second.
Harper: “Okay, now slowly wrench on it, to see how you can push and pull to get your opponent’s pain level to rise enough they may tap out.”
Sammie nodded eagerly and her body moved a little too eagerly. Harper’s applied pressure was gradually and slow building. However, Sammie hyped up to the nth degree had proceeded into wrenching the lock in with the gentleness of a raging bull. She jerked in a quick spasm off her arm, still with her big smile not knowing exactly how much pressure she was putting on Harper.
Sammie: “Haha. I make it tough Harper!”
Harper: “DAMNIT!”
Harper’s exclamation of pain caused multiple heads in the training facility to quickly jolt to looking her way. She rolled, a counter they had been taught weeks earlier, spun and flipped Sammie over by the wrist down onto her back slamming her down there. A few of the other trainees laughed a bit before turning back to their partners. Harper walked over standing over Sammie offering her her hand.
Harper: “That was messed up Sammie. What the hell?”
Sammie’s eyes spun around the room after the change of fortune had transpired. She saw a couple of laughing faces around the room, and that’s when her temper quickly rose from stagnant to boiling. She had no idea that she was doing any wrong to Harper, and upon seeing her roommate’s hand Sammie harshly slapped it away. She bounced back up to her feet narrowing her eyes at Harper. Her sight was getting to a point where she was seeing nothing but red, a matching red to how her embarrassed face looked as she stomped towards Harper.
Sammie: Móðurserðill! Harper you!...
(Eng Lit. - Motherfucker!)
The head trainer Mr. Hanson had already had the entire ordeal in his line of sight. Seeing it transpire before his eyes. However, upon seeing a look of rage in Sammie’s eyes, her forward charge was quickly cut off by a restraining arm, and a look on the head trainer’s face that without words seemed to give Sammie the “chill out and cool off” look. Harper on the other hand, narrowed her eyes at Sammie as she walked away from her.
Harper: “It’s your own fault, Sammie. We’re not in a ring. You want to get crazy with it, so did I…”
Sammie turned around to come back at Harper, but Ben stepped forward again. Sammie saw him and slowed her role. Ben told the two that he can’t have the division between trainees as had already been so prevalent in the gym with feuds like Delaney/Jester/Harper or Brutus/Ronie. He told them to work it out or he’d have to do something about it.
Sammie feeling hurt, not physically but in her own pride, decided to walk away in a huff. She made a beeline straight for the doors of the gym. Stepping out her sweating body was greeted with the fresh Delaware air. For a second it almost felt like home. She took in a deep breath trying her best to calm herself down as she placed her hands on her hips. She looked out into the street trying to focus on something… anything that would help take her mind off of Harper, and how she was flat out made to look foolish in front of everyone.
Behind her, Sammie could hear the door of the facility pop open. She rolled her eyes, Harper made her way out the door walking over and getting in front of Sammie, blocking her view. Harper crossed her arms, posturing. Or perhaps trying to feel tougher as she apologized.
Harper: “Sammie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to toss you like that. It was almost second nature at this point. I was in pain, I wanted it to stop and it happened. So yeah… my bad.”
Sammie: “I did not know you were in the pained. I did move just like you showed Harper.”
Sammie said almost looking down at her feet. If she felt as if she was in the wrong, then eye contact was a big thing to avoid. However, Sammie was standing on her own two feet here and not ready to back down on this one.
Sammie: “I do move right Harper. What I mess up? Tell me.”
She said keeping her hands firmly pressed against her own sides… To a degree posturing in front of Harper as well.
Harper smirks at her question. She then smiled at her friend, hoping to break down the walls they had both just thrown up.
Harper: “Actually… you didn’t do anything wrong. Had we been in a match in the ring, you did everything right to make that move work. The problem wasn’t how you did it, just that you moved so fast. Rather than practicing the motion, you went full speed and I was not ready for that which made it hurt even more.”
Harper reached out feeling Sammie’s biceps.
Harper: “But damn girl, that was tough. Nice job.”
Sammie kept her scowl on her face, even through Harper’s praise. However, once the biceps were complimented it was water under the bridge. Sammie’s stern look quickly shifted into her big smile as she flexed a bit as Harper playfully gave her arm a squeeze.
Sammie: “Oh stop it you.”
Sammie said trying to be angry at her friend. However, there was no way she could even stay hot at her roomie. Harper had already done so much for Sammie in such a short time. Something trivial like this wasn’t going to axe this friendship. Sammie’s attempt at looking serious were futile, and she wrapped an arm around Harper’s neck having it rest casually on her friend’s shoulders.
Sammie: “But you must teach flippy thing, Harper! It was very much good!”
Sammie and Harper exchanged a smile with each other as they began to head back into the gym. There was much more work to be done, and plenty more opportunities for the two to try to take each other’s heads off.
Afterall… It was dish washing day at the homestead, and that in itself would end in a Mexican standoff or even a hostage situation.
LATER THAT DAY
She sat down at the other end of the desk. The man looking back at her from the other side seemed to have this resounding smile as she walked through the doors. She wore her best business attire she owned, a flowing cut-off tank top and her pink chubbies. Casual as the word comes, she didn't bother blowing her cover to Harper in asking the woman how she should dress for a job interview. She did her best and threw up a small prayer before she headed out.
The man sitting in front of her didn't seem to mind about her lack of professional appearance. The barber shop she'd walked past a few time in downtown Georgetown was seeking new stylist. If there was anything that Sammie loved to engage in without the assistance of others it was cosmetics. A lifetime of braiding, designing, and sculpting different looks had her mind made up that she had enough experience to go after it.
Sammie: “Hallo! I am Samara Rózsa! But I like it Sammie!”
He looked at her seeing how excited she was to be there. He returned a smile to her looking down at her ‘resume’. It wasn’t much to look at. He looked it over for a minute or so before looking back up at her. She still sat smiling with her hands in her lap.
Antwan: “Yes, hello Sammie. So what made you decide to come in here today?”
Sammie in her defense at least put some iota of effort into finding a way to ensure herself the job. Her recent youtube search history would reveal a few videos giving the girl a crash course lesson in how to properly interview with a potential employer. Remembering one of the biggest steps; eye contact, she kept her eyes straight and level and she looked at the man and spoke.
Sammie: “I am looking to be stylish… Oh.. um. Stylist.”
Antwan laughed at the small gaff.
Antwan: “Looks like you already got being stylish down. But as for a stylist, I’m looking for someone with a little bit of practice. Now I don’t see any past experience here on your resume. I believe in a little artistic freedom, sure, but what drives you to think you’ll be a good stylist for me?”
Sammie cocked her head to the side thinking over his question. While it was true that she had no real formal experience or training in the aspects of doing hair, she’d been a pro at doing her own. Everyone said that her hair was immaculate, and as a young girl she’d even do the hair of other girls within her classes in order to get some “divine assistance” on test and homework assignments. Looking back at him, she tried to remain positive, bubbly, and hopeful, after all the videos did say that a good attitude was fifty percent of the interview.
Sammie: “Mister Anty-one. I will do good work. I do my hair, and friend hair back home. I can do this very good yes. I promise. I need job very much badly.”
She leveled with him, expressing the fact that this reaching-out was really her using one of her three strikes. There weren't many places around town that she could envision herself working at. At least at a hair salon she’d feel more comfortable, and more in her element. Antwan held his chin for a moment thinking about things. He leaned back in his chair, looking at her resume and at her and back and forth. Every time seeing Sammie’s smiling face beaming back and him and hoping for the answer she was looking for. He then leaned forward putting his elbows on his desk and clasping his hands.
Antwan: “Listen. Since you don’t have a lot of experience and you’re not exactly the type of hire I was looking for full time… I don’t think I can fill my opening with you."
Sammie looks a bit shocked. Her face starts to slightly redden showing her growing antsiness about not getting the job… about not being able to help out Harper with the rent… She had a sudden outburst nearly pleasing with the man before he could finish his words.
Sammie: “Nei nei nei! But I am good opening for the filling!”
(Eng Lit. - No no no!)
He shook his finger at her.
Antwan: “But… but… I am not about putting out the fire that lights the path to your dreams either. So I’m willing to hire you as a part time stylist, but you’ll have other duties to take care of too.”
Sammie’s flush red face explodes once more, however into a big yelp of joy. She reaches across the desk to scoop up the Antwan in a big crushing hug. Perhaps Harper was right about her strength earlier in the day. But the thought didn’t cross her mind, as she knew now that she’d found a way to earn her keep in Harper’s home.
And the cherry on top was that she did it all on her own.
Sammie: “Thank-thank-thank-thank you!”
Antwan: “You don’t even want to know what the other duties are? Or what you’re going to be paid? Or what hours I’d need you to work?”
Sammie: “Whatever the filling I fill it!”
She said agreeing to be ready for any task that would come her way. She didn’t know much about getting paid as her money had always been handed to her from her father’s checkbook. As far as hours went, she knew she’d have to make time in her schedule. The school and her training would certainly come first, but this new path of employment in her life was just as important as well too.
Antwan: “Okay then. Well, you can start next Monday. Work the late afternoon hours. Take a few clients and then clean up around here before closing. There’s no dress code, just don’t show up putting on the red light, alright?”
She nearly shook the man from her excitement before releasing him. She nodded her head at all of is request and expectations. This wasn’t going to be easy, but damn was it going to feel good for her. In a way, she wished she were still on speaking terms with her father. He’d surely be proud that his baby girl got a job all on her own.
Sammie: “Here will be Monday! On time Mister Anty-one!”
She said nearly snapping up to give her new boss a small but enthusiastic salute of good faith.
Antwan: “Sounds good. Stop by anytime before then if you have questions or call. Happy to get you settled in whenever you have time or on Monday when you get here.”
The meeting concluded with a handshake. The last thing she’d seen in the youtube videos was how to begin and end the interview with a proper firm handshake. While she forgot this from the beginning and things were rocky, she was able to turn everything around and end it just right. As she left the shop she nearly skipped her happy ass all the way back to her home. The sun beamed down on her head, and as she made her way through downtown Georgetown she’d had some time to reflect on this rollercoaster of a day.
AT SAMMIE'S DESK
“Mhm hello Diary!,
This is me Sammie doing the writing to… me Sammie!
Well, I think that diary will be good help practice on my english yes. Diary will also help me feel better and say what I can not be saying.
Well, I can start with this day today.
I had a fight with Harper at class. I feel bad because I took it not very much good. I thought Harper embarrass me in of class. But I was one embarrassing me.
We had a fight. I found out that I had hurt Harper. I didn’t know then, so I was mad when Harper flip me on my butt. It hurt. Floor very very much hard yes. Teacher Ben stop me from doing the dumb. I felt so mad at Harper. Almost did not much feel bad about being what Ryan says is the freeloader. But, Harper came outside. We had nice talk. We had nice hug. We are nice friends yes.
So I leave to get bus. I use bus for the taking me to the hair shop. Guð minn góður! That bus man who driving the bus goes fast.
(Eng Lit. Oh my god!)
Anyways I go to the shop. I look for the getting of job. I want to help Harper. I want to not being the freeloader. I talk to Anty. He is nice short man. He didn’t want me to having the job but I show him I really need job very much yes.
I promise him I do good work.
I promise Harper I be better roommate.
...
I promise very much.
I try to use Delaware to make own life for me. I think I am doing very much good so far. Ég fékk vinnu! Ég fékk vinnu!!!
(Eng Lit. - I got a job! I got a job!!!)
But I miss pabbi much.
(Eng Lit. - Daddy)
I think he would be the proud pabbi right now yes?
(Eng Lit. - Daddy)
Anyway. I go now. Think Harper will be home very much soon. I am making the kjúklingabringa tonight!
(Eng Lit. - Chicken Breast)
Bye bye diary!